Methods of thought which claim to give the lead to our world in the name of revolution have become, in reality, ideologies of consent and not of rebellion.

I continue to believe that this world has no ultimate meaning. But I know that something in it has a meaning and that is man, because he is the only creature to insist on having one

I looked up at the mass of signs and stars in the night sky and laid myself open for the first time to the benign indifference of the world.

The only real progress lies in learning to be wrong all alone.

And then came human beings; humans wanted to cling but there was nothing to cling to.

An intense feeling carries with it its own universe, magnificent or wretched as the case may be.

Outside of that single fatality of death, everything, joy or happiness, is liberty.